the end of the heavens

"Then I will have 100 million!"

"..."

Unknowingly, the two of them head to head, angrily clashing together.After regaining his senses, Russell took a few steps back and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

Deadpool looked complacent, and Russell couldn't compare with him in terms of shamelessness.And he doesn't care about meat and vegetables, the scene just now was a small scene, and he didn't care about talking to each other.

"Listen, Russell, any nickname will do, except Deathstroke."

"Hmph, you are a pirate who copied Deathstroke's design!" Russell ran out.

Deadpool's face became big with anger: "Again, I'm not a pirate. How can the comics be called pirated? It's a tribute!"

"Plagiarism! Piracy!"

"Whatever you say, my cousin was born a few years earlier than me, but then... my cousin's popularity is too bad. I have two independent movies, and he has nothing." Started to feel proud.

That's right, he was just born a few years later. For comics, whoever is popular is the prototype!

Russell couldn't see such an arrogant villain, and retorted: "Yes, Deathstroke has made a cameo appearance in a TV series, and he is also playing an Easter egg in Justice League, and he will play against Batman in the future."

"Hahaha, so what, I'm a superhero and he's a villain!"

"Yes, yes, you are a superhero. In the dc studio next door, you still have a green superhero movie! Speaking of which, why didn't you appear in [Justice League]?" Russell asked himself, and suddenly realized: "Oh, By the way, I remembered, because you are a street hitter and a box office poison!"

Deadpool:"……"

Damn Canadians!Damn Green Lantern!

Chapter 6. Concave modeling is the first step on the road to a hero

Ding Ding!

Jingle Jingle! !

In the basement of the second-story building, Russell dismantled the operating table and knocked out a set of armor with existing materials.

Helmet visor, breastplate, shoulder pads, hand guards, leg armor, 360-degree no dead angle, all-round protection of every corner of the body.

After spraying it with black and red matte spray paint, a set of full-body armor that resembles the death knell is complete. On the helmet, because Russell's eyes are sound, it is different from the death knell, and two ventilated skylights are opened.

With his own ability, the decorative significance of this set of armor is greater than the practicality, it doesn't matter whether he has it or not.But Deadpool likes to play, and he also found it very interesting, so he built a set on the spot.

Not to mention, the two Sand Eagle Gods are placed on the sides of the thighs, and the Adamant alloy knife is carried on the back, which is really a bit of the cold demeanor of Cousin Deadpool.

Originally, according to Deadpool's intention, superhero uniforms only need to have a prominent and eye-catching personality, and don't need to be too complicated, such as tights, but Russell decisively refused.

It's too shameful to wear tights, no matter if you wear squares or triangles inside, it's easy to show traces.It doesn't work if you don't wear it. First, you are not used to it, and you lack a sense of security. Second, being too big and having no friends will hit others.

"Russell, how did you do it?"

Deadpool was stunned, because he watched the whole process and found that the only tool Russell used to build the armor was a hammer.

"Isn't this the professional skill of a superhero?"

"what?"

"In any event, there's a brand new uniform."

"..."

Deadpool was speechless, bowed his head silently, and sewed his own hood with a needle and thread.

It's too bad that the new member is so talented, he can create the world with a hammer, and he is under a lot of pressure as the captain.But he can't say, he has to pretend he is fine, but the armor is heresy, he just likes the haughty look of tights.

Seeing Deadpool struggling to sew his uniform, poking his fingers with needles from time to time, and trembling all over his body, Russell sneered, smelling the pleasant lemon sour smell in the air, he turned around and took out a bottle of red wine from the bookcase.

"Wade, would you like a glass of 82 Lafite?" Russell knocked on two goblets.

"Of course, in order to celebrate the launch of Agent X again, there must be a drink."

Deadpool filled a glass, drank it with a slurp, and smacked his tongue feeling that the taste was not right.He didn't show it, because he was afraid that he had drunk fake wine before, and if he questioned it, it would appear that he was not good enough.

"Wade, how does it taste?"

"It's not bad, it's about the same as I used to drink."

"Really, then I'll try it too..." Russell took a sip slightly, frowned and said, "Lafite, which costs 82 US dollars, is just so-so, and I don't think it's worth the price."

"Wait, you just said... 82's Lafite..."

"That's right, Lafite for $82!"

"..."

Deadpool gritted his teeth and sewed the uniform, and slipped it on his body, showing with practical actions that there is no personal clothing in the tight-fitting superhero uniform.

"Now, superhero interns, let Senior Deadpool teach you. On the road of professional heroes, you have successfully taken the first foot, and the next step is the second step. As a collective action team hero organization, we You have to have your own exclusive appearance pose."

"Uh, there's no need for that."

Russell felt cold all over his body, and his intuition told him that Deadpool's so-called pose must be very tricky. Team Ginuit and the top-level difficulty jojoli flashed in his mind, and his eyes instantly became alert.

"No, this is the only way for a hero."

"Then I'm not going to be a hero anymore, I'm going to be a villain!"

"..."

Two minutes later, on the roof of the two-story building, a camera was set up, and two amusing nine-dan figures faced the rising sun, and they were sculpting seriously.

Deadpool knelt down on one knee, and raised his hands obliquely behind his back, like a bird spreading its wings.Russell stood behind him with his head held high, one fist tucked in his stomach and the other raised high.

"Russell, how are you feeling?"

"I feel like my IQ is dropping!"

"Don't worry, man, I'm pulling up the average."

"No, you lowered my IQ." Russell put down his clenched hand and covered his face.

"..."

"Wade, is this really okay? Would it be too shameful? I even heard someone laughing!"

"That's the laughter of the sand sculpture audience. I can hear it often. It will be fine after a while. I guarantee that if you don't listen to it a few times a day, you will feel uncomfortable all over."

As Deadpool said, he stopped what he was doing, walked to the camera, admired his heroic appearance, and soon became dissatisfied.